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The Island	By : Lovergal Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 6369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own any of the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Later that afternoon, Elizabeth fell asleep, or rather passed out on the sand, whether due to drink or sun she wasn�t certain. When she awoke, it was already dark and her arms felt cool. The breeze has returned but Jack hadn�t bothered to make a fire. Elizabeth peered into the darkness surrounding her but she couldn�t spot Jack anywhere.

�Jack,� Elizabeth whispered into the dark, feeling suddenly afraid to be alone again. �Jack, where are you?�

�Here,� his deep, rich voice rumbled from behind her. He scooted closer to her and brushed his fingers across the back of her hair. �No need to be afraid. All the ghosts sailed away from this island aboard The Black Pearl.�

�Oh, I wasn�t afraid.� Elizabeth was a little embarrassed that her trepidation had been so obvious. �God does my head hurt,� she added and massaged her temples. She still felt woozy and realized she was still fairly drunk.

�Hm.� Jack shuffled around in the sand behind her and he scooted closer until he was directly behind her. Without warning, he leaned in and rested his chin on her shoulder.

�More rum?� Jack circled his arm around and held the lip of his bottle just under her chin. She shook her head.

�Just one sip, the hair of the dog is sure to cure any ill,� he assured her.

She shook her head. �No, Jack. I�ve had too much already.�

�Still drunk, are we?� He pushed the bottle towards her lips again. �Then drinking more won�t be a problem for you, except to cure what ails you, love.�

Acquiescing in hopes it would get the bottle out of her face, she grabbed it to take a swig.

Jack shook his head against her shoulder and held fast to the bottle. �Allow me,� he drawled out. Before she could protest, he placed the lip of the bottle against her lips and turned it up. She took a few swallows before she managed to shove the bottle to the side.

�I�m not a rum-guzzling pirate like you, you realize,� she told him as she wiped away the rum which had dribbled down her chin.

�Ah yes. So you say,� Jack purred in her ear. �But last night you proved that you could more than hold your own against me.� He lifted the bottle to her lips again and this time he allowed her hands to steady the bottle. �Of course, you�ve proven yourself to be a quick study on more than one occasion, my dear Elizabeth.� As he continued his almost-hypnotic diatribe, Jack eased his other hand slowly around her waist. �I�m ever impressed by any soul that can outlast me�.� He continued speaking in a low, soothing voice as he shifted and repositioned his legs so that they were splayed on either side of Elizabeth. She found herself being pulled back flush with Jack�s chest until she was cradled between his thighs. She didn�t protest. A pleasant sensation of warmth had settled in her belly, which she attributed to the rum. Jack�s silky voice in her ear was making her feel lightheaded. Or perhaps that was the rum as well.

As she allowed herself to relax into his embrace, Elizabeth was conscious of the fact that each movement Jack was making at the moment was done with the intention of seducing her. Jack was drawing her in ever so slowly through a series of small, subtle steps, each so unobtrusive and decidedly pleasant one could hardly complain, until his arms were around her waist and his hot breath was against her ear. Jack was accustomed to balancing and predicting the actions of others in order to get what he wanted. He was a master manipulator of people and situations; an opportunist.

Elizabeth realized all of these things and yet she didn�t protest as Jack let the bottle roll to the side and lifted his now free hand to gently trail his fingers across her cheek. Perhaps the rum, sun, and isolation were all serving to chip away at her inhibitions and Elizabeth found herself unwilling to resist the thrill of excitement garnered from having Jack play her body like a finely tuned instrument. He wanted her, she knew that. And Elizabeth wanted to know what that felt like, to give in and allow herself to be entirely selfish for once in her life. She was stranded on a bloody island with a bloody pirate for God�s sake!

As Jack�s seductive voice continued to muddle her brain, she thought again of the vulnerable look in his eyes after he�d confessed that he dreamed of touching her. Sometimes he was just a man, after all, touchable and flawed, and somehow that thought excited her more than anything. Elizabeth allowed her head to fall back against Jack�s shoulder and she was rewarded by the intimate feeling of his warm breath against her exposed neck. Goose bumps spread across her arms and chest and she felt a tightening in her chest. Jack shifted the hand around her waist to a lower position, until his splayed fingers rested just below her navel. He paused there, as if waiting for any protest, before he moved his hand downward at a torturously slow pace. Her breath hitched in anticipation and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. Warning bells should have been going off in her head; she�d already repelled similar advances this very morning. But again, instead of retreating, Elizabeth found herself rolling her head further to the side and back against his shoulder. Her exposed neck was now tantalizingly close to his mouth.

Yes, I want this. I will allow this, just this once. Elizabeth placed her hand against Jack�s arm and moved it slowly down until it covered his hand. She entwined her fingers with Jack�s. It might have seemed an innocent gesture, had it not been for their close contact.

Jack ceased his softly spoken urgings and his breathing became slightly ragged. He hadn�t expected her response. Elizabeth held her breath, not knowing what would come next.

Jack pressed his lips ever so gently against the side of her neck and Elizabeth shivered in response.

His fingertips flexed just above the spot where the heat was pulsing between her legs. Elizabeth gave a sharp intake of breath. At that sound, Jack�s grip around her waist tightened and he began moving his mouth and tongue across her neck like a man possessed. Jack pulled his other hand free from her grip and brushed his fingers tentatively over the underside of her breasts, then across her belly, and over her thighs, as soon the caresses became firmer, more forceful.

It was then that he moved the hand poised so close to her sex. Elizabeth closed her eyes and almost gasped when his fingers made contact there. He dragged his thumb across her and Elizabeth dug her fingernails into his thigh as she leaned into him.

�Jack,� she moaned softly. She couldn�t help herself.

Her response must have stirred something in Jack, because he quickly pulled her down into the sand and was on her within seconds.

Everything became a blur. His mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, pressing against her lips and neck, sliding across her bare shoulders. She arched up on her elbows to meet him, wanting and needing to feel the heat of his mouth and tongue against her skin. His hands roamed over her body and then under her dress, pulling and tugging if up and off. She didn�t realize that she was completely naked beneath him until she felt the cool sand beneath her back. He kissed her roughly as he struggled out of his own clothing. Her bare skin burned where ever he touched her, but she was not prepared for how deliciously his skin would feel against her own. She gasped out loud. She wanted to touch him. She reached up and tentatively ran her fingertips across his shoulder and down his chest.

�Yes,� he hissed in her ear. �That�s right, touch me, Elizabeth.�

Before she could comply, he was there, poised at her entrance and pressing into her.

�Wait, Jack!� She had a moment of panic. She hadn�t expected things to progress so quickly.

He stared down into her eyes with a strained, determined expression. �This may hurt Elizabeth,� he told her.

And then he was moving inside of her in a white hot flash of pain. Elizabeth dug her fingernails into his shoulder. �No!� she sobbed out. A wave of regret washed over her. What have I just done?

Jack gave a strangled groan against her shoulder and ceased his movements. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth with obvious strain.

Neither of them spoke or moved for a few seconds.

Jack took a deep, steadying breath and lifted his head to look at her.

�It�s is done, Elizabeth,� he told her huskily. �It can�t be undone now.�

Elizabeth stared back at him with tears brimming in her wide eyes. �It hurts, Jack. I want to stop.�

�No.� Jack�s expression was unreadable. He leaned in to kiss her.

�Please Jack,� she whispered against his lips.

�The pain will go away, love. This won�t take long. It�s driving me mad. Self control was never my forte, and being here on the island with you has definitely been pushing my limits, Elizabeth.� Jack�s voice was ragged and she realized that he was trembling. �I fear�that I want you more than is wise, admittedly more than I�ve ever wanted anyone. Let me have you, just this one time.�

Jack closed his eyes and began to move inside of her again. Elizabeth stiffened.

He leaned down until his forehead rested against her own and whispered desperately, �it�s not fair for you to do this to me, to make me fall in love with you when I can never have you. And now that you�re under me, naked, now that I�m inside of you, you ask me to stop. Don�t do that to me, love.�

His words hit her like a ton of bricks. He said he was falling in love with me.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered his name. He groaned against her then and drove himself deeply inside of her. She relaxed and arched her hips against him. He was telling the truth about one thing, at least, the pain did subside and a sweet pressure bean building in her loins again. He increased his pace and began to thrust himself into at a near-frantic pace. She arched up to meet him again, trying to press him in deeper as her entire body began to thrum with pleasure. Jack�s eyes were closed and lips slightly parted as he moved above her. He opened his eyes and she was awed by the raw passion she saw there as he leaned down to capture her mouth once again. He was the very picture of raw sensuality and it was stunning. As she watched him, Elizabeth lost herself in a feeling so intense that she cried out Jack�s name. Jack trembled violently and threw back his head, giving a series of shuddering breaths before he finally collapsed on top of her. He lay there, breathing heavily and slumped against her shoulder.

Elizabeth�s head was still spinning, but after a few minutes, she realized it was getting difficult to breath and she nudged Jack. He didn�t move and she worried for a moment he�d fallen asleep
A though occurred to her and she smiled. �Was that it?� she asked him. �Is that all?� Elizabeth knew that if he were conscious at all, that would certainly get his attention.

Jack didn�t raise his head, but he did reply. �Weren�t the one who wanted it to be over fast?� His chuckle was muffled against her shoulder.

�Stop pretending sleep and roll over.�

�So eager to get me away,� he sighed in mock-hurt as he rolled to the side.

�No, that�s not it,� she told him as she snuggled against his chest. �I just think I should be the one on top, that�s all.�

With that, he dragged her on top of him. �Do you now? Let�s have it then.�

�Jack,� she chided as she rolled back over. �I don�t know if I could do that again right away.�

�Pity that.�

She snuggled against him again and drifted off to sleep.

x x x x x

When she awoke, it was still dark outside. The wind whipped in the palms above the stretch of sand where they lay together. The moonlight shone through the palms and cast strange, sharp-edged shadows across the sand. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed how dark the water looked. No moonlight sparkled across the eerily still and dark stretch of sea on her right side. The moon must be behind her, she thought, as she turned around to look. She was rewarded with the sight of a thousand refracted pieces of light spread across the black waters. It was hauntingly beautiful. She almost woke Jack to show him as well, but he looked so peaceful and content as he sleep there, stretched out on the sand, with his lips parted slightly and features lax. She ran her fingertips over the two round scars on Jack�s chest. She couldn�t find it in herself to regret what had happened. But she wondered, a little fearfully, if she�d be able to go back to her former life after this. Will I be scarred now as well? she wondered cryptically. She couldn�t help but question if she would she be unable to forget this time with Jack, the way it felt as she tucked her head against his shoulder just now, or the way he�d looked at her this night with his eyes pleading and his yearning for her laid bare.

As she lay there on the sand in the middle of the night and trailed her fingers lightly across Jack�s cheek, Elizabeth almost believed, for a moment, that it might be she that he�d been searching for all these years.

If a ship arrived tomorrow to take them away, would she still feel like she did at this moment? Was this love she felt, or something else?

Elizabeth eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep again, her head still tucked into his shoulder and her arm draped over Jack�s chest.

The early morning light revealed a ship poised on the edge of the horizon.

Elizabeth rushed up and down the beach, waving madly. They would have to build a signal fire, she quickly realized. She turned to beam and Jack, her hands on her hips and nearly told him �We�re saved! I told you so,� but her gloating was cut short by the look of intense longing in his eyes. He gave her a small, bitter smile.

�Jack,� she said softly. She�d never seen Jack look sad before.

But as quickly as it�d come, that look was replaced by a self-assured smirk.

�You were about to say �I told you so� weren�t you, Miss Swann?�

x x x x x

Months later, Elizabeth found that she couldn�t forget the way it had felt to be free and selfish in Jack�s arms. And so she wrapped herself in the warm and comforting love that was Will Turner and tried not to think of those dark, vulnerable eyes.

Finis

AN: Reviewers, you aren�t off the hook yet. You must let me know if you enjoyed the ending.

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